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"Give me the remote control, Boss. If you don't hand it over I'm gonna..."
Jethro leaned over Tony, pressing him into the sofa with the length of his body. "Gonna what, Tony?" he breathed in the other man's ear, the remote clenched in one fist behind his back.
Tony groaned. "Gonna..." He sighed as Jethro ground his hips against him. "Gonna -- what, Boss?"
Jethro chuckled and bit down on Tony's earlobe. "That's what I thought."